Celeste sat at the vanity in her room, her fingers idly tracing the carvings on its surface. Outside, the sun was setting, bathing the estate in a golden glow that seemed to mock the storm raging in her mind.
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the vanity, and stared into the mirror. The face that stared back at her was flawless, unmarred by the stress she felt. It was still strange to look at. Strange to see Celeste Varrow instead of Maggie Warren.
'I'm her now,' she thought, her stomach twisting. 'I am Celeste Varrow. The villainess of "The Crimson Heir."'
The novel came rushing back to her in fragmented scenes, its ridiculous plot details as vivid as if she were flipping through its pages again.
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The world of 'The Crimson Heir' was a melting pot of political intrigue, betrayal, and heartbreak. A place where noble families schemed for power, alliances were forged and broken, and love was a weapon as much as a weakness.
